31-03-2019, 03:15 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by Robert Junior
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What is going on, can someone explain?
31-03-2019, 08:48 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Ode on MelancholyBY JOHN KEATS
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
31-03-2019, 08:58 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by spitfire
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Jem, was the geezer aroused, by the crew???
I forgot to add all the regulars got a free drink the following night, a decent old skin is Mick the Innkeeper.
I was up there earlier today with an old mate Tommy Lacey, poor old Tommy, he has an awful time with his nagging wife Betty, Christ she never stops giving him orders, “I can see him taking a hatchet to her one of these days” Agatha Christie used that line a few times in some of her stories where murdered nagging wives were concerned, I love it, so blunt and straight to the point at the same time, brilliant Agatha.
I have some sympathy for hen pecked husband/partners, but it’s really their own fault, couples should mutually agree some basic rules before they decide to spend a long time together, perhaps even a lifetime.
Young and all as we were at the time the wife and me set out a few do’s and don’t’s before we married, we have managed to stick to them more or less for over 50 years.
Anytime she want’s to get around me for something she uses tact instead of nagging, far quieter and much more effective.
She also knows when to pick the right moment to do it, if she tried it while I’m working in the shed for example, she may as well be talking to herself, it goes in one ear and out the other, I’m completely switched off to outside reception while working.
The best time to get her way is when we’re out having a drink, she knows I’m a man of my word and when I give it it’s set in stone, tipsy or not, my word is very sacred to me, so I’m putty in her hands when I have a few on me. ( that’s Put-tee by the way, not Pat-tee, I’m going to have some tea and Scow-ens now, not Scons)
01-04-2019, 10:33 AM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by Sweetie pie
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Ode on MelancholyBY JOHN KEATS
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
This is the world – thus we cannot expect to give way many hours to pleasure – Circumstances are like Clouds continually gathering and bursting – While we are laughing the seed of some trouble is put into the wide arable land of events – while we are laughing it sprouts i[t] grows and suddenly bears a poison fruit which we must pluck – Even so we have leisure to reason on the misfortunes of our friends; our own touch us too nearly for words.
Stephen Hebron 2014
02-04-2019, 08:22 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
And then there were two.Strange how things can change so quickly, I think they call it the Butterfly effect or something.
“Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung”
Deep stuff indeed, far too steep for me to figure it out, what was that Keats fella thinking of when he tried to burst Joy’s grape? but then I was never edumacated proper.
I’m more used to the simple stuff, I think it could have been put a bit more clearer to facilitate the likes of me. It appears to me that bit of the poem is about a fella coming home drunk to his missus.
“He didn’t see anything bar her big wet tongue
As she joyfully burst him like a grape
His jaw got a sample of her wallop
And he landed in the wash-pile, where old knickers, he was among ”
The wife has been with her sister in Wexford for a few days, just me and the dog keeping house, she’ll be back tomorrow.
And now the lovely voice of Brenda Lee singing a very appropriate song.
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